I think dreams find us because we are young
And free like this air around us
For I often wonder
How dreams, wings detached
And nestling in our sprightly nest,
Soon grow plumages and join the flight into age
Somewhere under this same sky
And a full moon
Announcing the passage of many seasons
An aged prodigal also wonders
How quickly time leaps, how quickly
Dreams shed their plumages in flight
About the Author
‘Gbenga Adeoba is a lover of words. His poems have appeared in Sankofa LitMag, Bukrepublik and elsewhere.
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